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There’s something bothering her, but Tad isn’t about to ask. Not when she’s just had her ass totally handed to her by Garrett. She’d bite his head off.
They’re walking back from their morning run and usual stop at Anker Beach for an hour of spellwork. Anker is a private cove, a quarter-mile notch cut into the coast. Rarely visited by tourists because of the riptides, it can only be reached by swimming around some dangerous and unusual rock formations or by working through about a half a mile of monstrous dunes. Surfers wash up and paddle back out from time to time, but that’s about it. Its edges are constantly being rearranged by seasonal hurricanes.
The morning lesson was imbuement, and Emily—well, frankly she sucked. Couldn’t add shine to a seashell, much less demo
